Less than three is just a tease
Send those nudes, make me drool
Hit me up, make me cum
Wanna sext? I’ll show you some
Neil is slumped in one of the beanbags, tapping the edge of his new smartphone with the tip of one finger. He’s been at it for several minutes, staring into the screen without doing much, and it’s out of the ordinary enough to catch Andrew’s attention. Neil shifts his hands on the device, and begins tapping something out on the screen. His lips twist into an expression Andrew can’t read, and he hastily backspaces whatever he typed. Andrew watches him over the top of the book he’s reading. Neil climbs to his feet, still staring at his phone, and drifts into the bedroom. Andrew considers following him and finding out why he looks so frustrated with the new phone – he’s had it for a week now, long enough to acclimate to it – and then decides he’ll let Neil stew, and ask later if Neil doesn’t bring it up on his own. He goes back to his book, but just a few minutes later, Neil wanders back into the living room, still staring at his phone. He types again, then shoves the phone into his pocket.
“I’m going for a run,” he says, and toes his shoes on. Andrew watches him more overtly now that Neil is leaving, and sees him pull the phone out of his pocket, tap on the screen a few times, and push the phone away again before he yanks the door open and practically flees the dorm. The door swings shut behind him and Andrew’s phone buzzes in his lap. Frowning, Andrew pulls it up and sees a new message from Neil. He was texting me from across the room?
Then he sees the message and his mouth goes dry.
I really want you to fuck me hard one of these days.
Andrew stares at the message like it’ll change, become some other kind of message. He briefly debates the pros and cons of pursuing this kind of conversation – especially because Neil’s preoccupation is now explained, and obvious in hindsight – and thinks that if he lets it go, Neil will never take the initiative to tell Andrew what he wants again. Andrew is certain that he’ll be honest if Andrew asks him, but for Neil to volunteer information? It’s too good to pass up.
Hard and fast or hard and slow?
I’ll think about it
Andrew isn’t quite lying – he’s already thinking about it. It’s going to be on his mind for the rest of his life. But there’s a part of him that holds back, that says No, don’t go there yet. A part of him that’s wondering if Neil is just experimenting, because after all, Andrew is the only one he’s ever swung for. He doesn’t know how he feels about being Neil’s first everything, especially when his own experiences are so terrible. He freezes in a panic – What if I give Neil those kinds of memories - and then his phone buzzes with an incoming message.
I trust you.
Scream for my ice cream,
Tell me all your dirty dreams.
Scream for my ice cream,
Show me what’s your fantasies.
Andrew is in class, taking notes on crime scene procedure when his phone buzzes quietly in his pocket. The teacher is one of those who doesn’t mind if the students are on their phones, as long as they’re not disrupting class – they’re the ones paying to be there, it’s on their own heads if they don’t keep their grades up – so he pulls it out and sees a new message from Neil.
It’s not unusual; Neil often texts him with observations about his classes or fellow students, or asks Andrew to make plans with him for dinner or time on the roof. Andrew wonders if he should regret getting Neil a smartphone, enabling him to text more easily and take pictures. Then he opens the message, and a picture of Neil in bed, looking sleepy and sexy and flushed loads, and Andrew decides no, he doesn’t regret this at all. The message accompanying the picture is –
Andrew’s brain stutters to a halt.
I had a dream that you were fucking me with a vibrator while you were blowing me
Heat pools in his stomach and suddenly there’s not enough air in the classroom. Andrew locks his phone and shoves it back into his pocket, swallowing hard against the rising tide of desire. He wants to go back to the dorm where Neil is just waking up and show Neil that he doesn’t need any toys to make Neil fly, but he’s enjoying this class so far and sensibility overrules lust momentarily. His pocket buzzes twice with more messages. Andrew considers the possibility that it’s something important, and slides the phone out to look at it. Neil again.
I’ve never used a vibrator
But I’m fingering myself right now.
Andrew is going to kill him.
I’m in class right now.
You can’t do this to me when I cant do anything about it.
Neil’s response is almost instant.
What am I doing to you
Fuck you for teasing me. I’m fucking hard, dumbass.
Andrew puts the phone back in his pocket, determined to think down his unwanted erection and finish the lecture. By the time he gets out of class, Neil will be in his Spanish 2 lesson, and they’ll have to wait until after two, when the dorm is empty again. When the phone goes off again, Andrew ignores it for all of five minutes. Curiosity overwhelms his good intentions.
It’s a terrific mistake. Neil has sent another picture. He’s on his knees, the phone angled so that the length of his body is visible over his shoulder, and one hand is looped around his back. It’s obvious that he’s not lying about his activities, despite the fact that there’s nothing graphic about the image – unless one counts the obscene expression on his face, lower lip caught in his teeth. His eyes are half-lidded and dark, ice-blue irises swallowed by the pupil, and there’s a pink flush on his cheeks. Andrew’s hard-on rages back to life, keenly interested in seeing Neil so unguarded and erotic.
you can come fuck me if you want
There’s almost forty-five minutes left in class. Andrew sweeps his gaze over the board, takes in the homework assignment and the lab they’re going to start shortly, and then shoves his notebook into his bag.
“Family emergency,” he says in response to the teacher’s startled look when he rises suddenly. He makes his way to the door and tosses over his shoulder, “My cat’s on fire.” He’s gone before anyone can process the ridiculousness of his excuse, and practically runs to his car. Stupid fucking classes on the other side of campus from his stupid dorms. The drive is eternal.
He gets into the dorm and takes one look to ensure no one else is there. The bedroom door is closed, so Andrew tests it quietly. Locked. He retrieves Neil’s lockpicks from the kitchen and gets the door open, greeted with the sight of Neil splayed out on his bunk, hips jerking into the mattress as he twists two fingers in and out of himself. He hasn’t noticed Andrew, who closes and re-locks the door as silently as he can. Andrew leans on the wall, drinking in the sight before him. He’s achingly hard, but he’s used to dealing with that. Neil bites off a whimper.
“Un, fuck… ”
Andrew is panting, mouth open and fingers flexing with the urge to go over to Neil and –
And what? Part of his brain, untouched by Neil sexting/fingering himself/on display, demands to know what Andrew thinks he’s going to do. Neil hasn’t said yes, doesn’t even know he’s there. Andrew slowly withdraws his phone and texts Neil from across the room.
You sure about that?
“Fucking Christ Andrew what is it gonna take,” Neil whines to himself, and props himself up on his elbow to use his free hand to text back.
I cant without you
Neil drops the phone and arches his back. Andrew is using one hand to undo the buttons on his jeans while the other swipes out a reply message.
Neil whimpers again, writhing against the sheet.
can’t get off withot u
Neil still hasn’t realized Andrew is in the room with him. Andrew is simultaneously disgusted that Neil could be so distracted, and elated that he’s witnessing Neil with no walls.
Sit up and jerk yourself off then.
Neil huffs. “You jerk,” he mutters. He pushes himself up, though, leans back on his calves, and spreads his knees apart. One hand goes back to his ass, and Andrew is treated to the sight of Neil teasing himself with one finger, stroking the outer rim of his hole before pushing in. The other hand plays at his chest, but Neil is still facing away from the door and Andrew can’t see exactly what he does until his hand slips down his stomach and wraps around himself. The noise Neil makes causes Andrew’s knees to turn to water. The hand in his ass stills, but Andrew can see him jerking off with the other. It’s slow and soft, and Andrew takes a moment to wonder if Neil likes it that way. Andrew palms himself through his boxers and shivers at the sensations. He’s watched porn, but it’s overstated and boring, usually. He enjoys seeing people in pleasure, closeups of unrealistic dicks do nothing for him. Neil’s obvious pleasure makes his skin tingle. None of his reactions are fake. It’s one of the things Andrew likes the best about their sex. After a moment, Neil gives up and snatches up his phone.
Still not working.
He huffs a sigh that flutters his bangs. Andrew is enchanted.
How’s class going?
Andrew slips his phone back into the pocket of his hoodie and approaches the bed with silent footsteps. He doesn’t bother to hide the fact that his pants are around his thighs. “I wouldn’t know,” he says. Neil whirls around, terror on his face for a brief moment until recognition sets in. He sags to the bed weakly.
“Fucking asshole,” Neil mutters. “You scared me.”
Andrew doesn’t bother dignifying that with a response. He climbs onto the bed and puts his hands on Neil’s thighs, glancing up through his lashes as he bends over. Neil is gaping at him, but nods quickly when he meets Andrew’s eyes. Andrew takes him into his mouth, licking at the head. Neil makes another obscene noise as a shiver slides up from his toes.
Andrew pulls back. “Finger yourself,” he demands. Neil arches slightly and complies. Andrew can see Neil’s arm moving in his periphery, and returns to the blowjob. Neil’s breath hitches repeatedly, hips jerking in tiny motions as he loses control of his pleasure. Andrew shoves one hand into his boxers and jerks himself off with swift movements, putting all of his focus on Neil’s tiny gasps – he’s much quieter now that Andrew has made himself known, and Andrew wants to draw another uncontrolled moan out of him. Sucking him down to the base, Andrew braces himself with one arm and uses his free hand to tease Neil’s balls, sliding his finger down to his perineum. He pushes against it as he draws his mouth up over the length of Neil’s cock, and gets the desired sound. Neil’s voice is broken as he cries out, hips stuttering, and he comes into Andrew’s mouth, trembling with the force of his orgasm. Andrew follows him over the edge a moment later and pauses to let the feelings wash through him.
As Neil sags bonelessly against the mattress, Andrew swallows his come and smirks at him.
“You should sext me more often,” he says.